tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14692125162835101192018-03-06T07:25:20.743-08:00pirotecniapirotecnianoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-40330939953575307162008-11-22T23:05:00.000-08:002008-11-22T23:37:36.125-08:00I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Tom Waits a comienzos de los 70Source: www.youtube.com
Tom Waits Live 1977Source: www.youtube.compirotecnianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-70945460290923551572008-11-20T10:11:00.000-08:002009-02-13T22:09:39.502-08:00Displacement (II)<!--StartFragment--> He did not move or talk and instead he just stared at her. He had the look in his face. She called it “the look” every time he placed his eyes on her and then went somewhere else. She wondered where he would go. Several places, she assumed. He could be looking at her and could be looking inside himself. She thought she would like to be the image that took him to other placespirotecnianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-75154934349519760802008-11-05T21:12:00.000-08:002009-02-13T22:10:54.520-08:00Displacement<!--StartFragment--> The well- ordered world had thrown them out, for their adventure had no place in it. She had heard him talk about systems but yet could not make a word out of what he was saying since she was too busy looking at his wrist and then at his hair that was always so messed up in a not well-ordered way that she loved. But yet, today he seemed real to her and that scared her away. pirotecnianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-18823882606456641522008-11-05T19:01:00.000-08:002008-11-05T21:30:53.911-08:00Hiroshima Mon AmourWho are you?You destroy me.You are so good for me.How could I have known that this city was made to the size of love?How would I have known that you were made to the size of my body?You´re great. How wonderful. You´re great.How slow all of a sudden.And how sweet.More than you can know.You destroy me.You´re so good for me.You destroy me.You´re so good for me.Plenty of time.Please.Take me.Deform mepirotecnianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-59622971957292174032008-10-19T10:27:00.000-07:002008-10-24T13:54:46.627-07:00un dúo perfecto
Hoy me deperté media romanticona. Me acordé de dos de mis favoritos que compartieron escenario hace unos meses en Manchester. A más de uno nos sorpendió que Eddie Vedder conociera una canción del hawaiano Jack Johnson: “Constellations”! Una balada para acostarse debajo las estrellas y ser feliz...pirotecnianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-45376739407682845172008-10-18T13:26:00.000-07:002008-10-24T13:55:21.423-07:00el perfumeCreo que eran cerca de las 22:00 cuando, después de haberme duchado y perfumado, decidí no salir. No por nada, dejar a la gente que quiero plantada es una de las cosas que mejor sé hacer! Apagué el celular y rescaté una película más del olvido: "El perfume: Historia de un asesino" de Tom Tykwer. Los dramas íntimos de "Heaven" y "La princesa y el guerrero" no me habían matado de la emoción como lopirotecnianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1469212516283510119.post-19110284347515706192008-10-16T22:39:00.000-07:002008-10-24T13:55:48.629-07:00tall cappuccinoEra uno de esos momentos raros, cuando está por acabar el día y sin embargo piensas que todavía es muy temprano para dormir. Apagué la tele, me acomodé en el sofá e intenté no pensar ni hacer absolutamente nada. Era imposible. Las plantas del living respiraban demasiado fuerte, los colores de los cuadros me molestaban los ojos y los pensamientos más perturbadores buscaban solo una ventanita para pirotecnianoreply@blogger.com2